I Am ForgottenI'm a sad, lonely outcast.I Am Forgotten in Free Verse More Like This
I am dying, crying from boredom.
I have left, abandoned my own kingdom.
I am long gone.
I am scared, afraid of the outcome.
I am weak and silent.
I'd like to cry, die.
And be stuck with lies.
I want to go.
I want to know, show
The pain I experience
And my own weakness.
From the blood I shed
And the people who are dead,
I want them to know
That I am down.
The pain I have gained
All leads to me being slain
From this ever-changing world.
I am forgotten.
Anger and PainAfter months and years,Anger and Pain in Concrete Poetry More Like This
you still don't know me
Remember, anger invades
Mean and rude words
come plunging out
From my undesirable
and wicked mouth
It's been a ride,
quite a long time
Punches and kicks
that may occur
As well as slaps
Just mean anger
has taken over
Seldom, evil is seen in my eyes
and my heart turns cold as ice
But when it runs away,
why does it have a price?
My hands start to shiver,
along with my legs and feet
Then I find myself trembling
in temptation and sin's seat
Anger visits all the time,
it comes and goes
Most of the time
it leaves scars and tears
Anger, why is it
so hard to control?
Why won't it just permanently go
away from me and my loved ones?
It slowly creeps
attacking first the heart
Making it broken,
careless and weak
Then it invades the brain
to have full power
The reason for all
those dead flowers
It'll give commands to the lips
to speak the unwanted lies
Next, it'll be my arms and fists
slowly making a gesture
My Big BrotherYou're my big brotherMy Big Brother in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and I don't bother
you teasing me
because I know you love me
You're my shield and my protector
from those who bully me
and make me feel weak.
You only want what's best
You're like my little father
who is looking after
her little daughter
from harm and troubles
and despicable dangers
You get mad at me
when you find out
people abuse me
and won't let me be.
You only want me to feel free.
You're my big brother
and I don't bother
you teasing me
because I know you love me
When I'm down and feeling blue,
I know that you
make me feel a little better
with your little jokes and crazy things
and how terrible you sing.
And you secretly
don't feel anything
for a weak sister like me
But I know you do
love me so true.
The Ugliness WithinOh, you called me ugly,The Ugliness Within in Free Verse More Like This
weak and lonely?
Have you taken a look
at the mirror lately?
See for yourself how rotten
and insignificant you are
Then tell me who is deformed,
feeble and in solitary
You call others wicked, vain
and naughty names
Just because we are different
and not the same.
You tell yourself you'r
perfect and appealing
But what you really are is
heartless and a weakling
Insecure, horrible, greedy
self-centered and mean
Change an a heart is
what you really need
Not gold, silver, gems
money nor jewelries
What you are capable of
is being a bully
Look at the mirror and stare
at that crooked and wicked face
Those eyes and those lips
are shouting despair
You need to pick up the pace
and change your ways
Because there is such a thing
as too late
Go, I tell you, do not
linger a while
Be nice and sweet,
be polite and caring
Be thoughtful and gentle,
also be loving
You must change the
Beauty on the outside is nothing
compare to the inside
To Be In LoveOh, how I love your adorable smile.To Be In Love in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To hear your precious laugh makes me happy.
You make me realize life is worthwhile.
You are filled with incredible beauty.
I have been thinking for quite a long time,
That maybe you can fill my empty hole.
For me, you are the one who is sublime.
When I am with you, you make me feel whole.
But you already have someone to hold,
And I regret to know I can't love you,
Since you can't hear my words that are untold.
You ignore my warm feelings that are true.
So then, I'll slowly learn to let you go.
I will find someone else to love me so.
the most honest poem i've ever writtenI keep a bible by my bed and tell myselfthe most honest poem i've ever written in Free Verse More Like This
One day, I'll read it.
I'm that jigsaw puzzle your grandmother gives you
That you never really wanted.
I'm a shipwreck you just know will happen, and yet
You're still standing on the shore, waving
Good-bye to your loved ones.
I like rain and you and breathing
And only one of those is optional.
I think horrible things are funny,
and cry when I lose something I thought
I'd have forever.
For what it's worth, I can't
Imagine next year without you
And I've always wanted a friend with ground eyes
'Cause I've spent too long in the sky,
I'm sick of 'flying'.
If I had a god, I'd call her Mom.
She'd live in the ground, and be my best therapist
And she wouldn't just be pretty things, but ugly ones too.
I don't want to be a poet.
I want to be happy.
My name is Grace, though I wish people
Called me Grae,
Because I'm not graceful, and I don't feel amazing,
And I fit much better into the category of
"a little bit of black and white"
Than anything else.
a litany of things better left unknownI wonder if we had a time machine, how many peoplea litany of things better left unknown in Free Verse More Like This
would go back in time and how many people would go forward,
and if that would say anything about us or not. I know
some people are afraid of the butterfly effect: when I was
eight, a girl named Alexis stopped me from a catching
a monarch, told me I wouldn’t like the way I looked
if I had its colors dusting my skin.
I wonder if God ever stands in front of a mirror
and realizes how amazing it is that He can see Himself
when millions of people would kill to be able to.
I wonder if vampires ever get lonely when
they’re sleeping and if they ever get
self-conscious because they can’t see themselves
in a mirror. I wonder if vampires ever ask people if they’re
pretty. I wonder if God thinks He’s pretty
or if pretty’s just a human-made concept and Moses has never
had to look God in the face and say, “People love You—
that’s all that matters.”
I wonder if you can lie in heaven. I wonder